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Where The Child Dwells

I wake up every morning

to see your smiling little faces

So free you speak of your dreams

never confined by social graces

 

Imagination one of your greatest friends

taking you places that I have once been

fairies and princesses, dragons and knights

You tell me your stories of happiness and fright

 

You make me remember my long ago friends

that only I could see ....they were oh so very special to me

You make me believe in miracles and magic and hope

 

You give me such a special gift

one only you can give

the gife of a youthful mind

for the magic is there and it's easy to find

You teach me what I once knew so well

That in our hearts is where the child dwells

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